TayeSteele

"We're standing uncomfortably close and he makes no sign that he intends on moving from the position in which he has me pinned against the door, unable to flee. His eyes run down my face, my neck, over my cleavage, and he makes a sound of appreciation from his throat.  He dips down to kiss me and I open to him on contact. Bringing his hands up to either side of my jaw he cradles my face, giving me a far sweeter kiss than last time. Unhurried, less desperate, but somehow it holds more intensity than last time. When he moves to deepen the kiss I give no objection, tilting my head, and lifting my arms to throw them around his neck."

There's nothing quite like the freedom of college. For many young adults, it's their first experience with life on their own, but for Vale Clarke, it's about more than that. It's her one and only chance to carve a new path for herself away from her dysfunctional family. When she loses her scholarship she's faced with two options: come up with the dough, or kiss her future goodbye.

Inspiration strikes her when she meets Kaden West. A hot rock prodigy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a sense of entitlement to match. How far is Vale willing to go to lock down the future she wants?

TW: Depictions of drug and alcohol use/absue, mentions of past trauma. May contain scenes of dubious consent.

Sex Sells

<p>My fingers thrummed nervously on the leather armchair in Kaden's living room as I let my mind roll over the task I'd set forth for this morning. Winter break starts on Wednesday, and I haven't spoken with Gabs since the other night when I completely lost my cool and yelled at her for something that wasn't even her fault.  </p>

<p>Generally speaking, apologies aren't what I'm best at. Sarcasm, jokes, icebreakers - those are what I'm good at. Apologies, not so much. But, I have been avoiding my own house like the plague in order to avoid the awkward apology that needs to happen, and quite frankly, Kaden's wardrobe can only be stretched for far. But, that's not the only anxiety-inducing conversation I need to have today. Right now, I'm trying to psych myself up to call my Dad.  </p>

Sonata No. 14, "Moonlight"